tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162112332011-10-10T19:46:30.250-05:00Tierney Thomasnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16211233.post-1158546639705120332006-09-17T21:27:00.001-05:002009-07-26T17:25:57.303-05:00A memory of uncertain times. A simpler day.<br />A dark background, a fallen past,<br />an iota of hope the feeling shall last.<br /><br />I feel as if I am the twisted prism of a rainbow;<br />struggling to stay attached to the world.<br />Deep in beauty, yet fading into troposphere.<br /><br />I must quickly learn to savor every passing moment.<br />Praying the rain will not cease, and I may be born again.<br />For if I surrender to the sun,<br />how shall I bring gold in the end?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16211233-115854663970512033?l=lovedorloathed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tierney Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16211233.post-1158315467708337552006-09-15T05:16:00.001-05:002009-07-26T17:25:01.393-05:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">The moonlit hour is still.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Calm.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Tranquil.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Dead.</span></strong><strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Subconcious dream as their bodies awaken.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Life begins its morning course, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">night has left this moonlit mind. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">A new day awaits, undiscovered.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Dawn draws near, as the moonlit hour drifts past.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16211233-115831546770833755?l=lovedorloathed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tierney Thomasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16211233.post-1125853661899684452005-09-04T12:01:00.000-05:002006-10-26T13:12:14.783-05:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">He arrives to her with a single red rose,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> kisses her hand as he leads her into the night.<br /><br />She holds his hand, and a single red rose, </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">as they enter a scene of light.<br /><br />They leave the room with a single red rose, </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and he opens the door to a heat of passion. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">They fall into Egyptian cotton sheets.<br /><br />He wakes in the morn the a single red rose, </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and kisses her hand as she dreams. </span><br /></span><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16211233-112585366189968445?l=lovedorloathed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tierney Thomasnoreply@blogger.com2